Brooke Ch. 01

Marcia helped herself to a tray and handed it to the prey. Just sit there and see what you like the look of. I'll find out how much it costs." Marcia told her.

Marcia dragged Joe over where he went over the different styles with Marcia butting in with suggestions. Without realising Brooke had agreed with a choice of two that looked small and the least intrusive. She hadn't agreed to have them pierced, or so she thought.

"Here let me see if those are suitable." Joe told her.

Before Brooke realised what he meant Marcia pulled the top of her dress down leaving her breasts on show. She looked away from the guy in embarrassment wanting to cover up in front of a stranger examining her nipples.

He looked at them with professional interest seemingly disinterested in her breasts. 'Well I guess he's seen so many it doesn't bother him.' She thought. 'But it bothers me, a stranger staring at my nipples.' She wanted to cover them with her hands but just sat there with the two of them commenting on her assets.

Brooke was startled when Marcia pinched a nipple. She looked from one to the other of them wondering when she was going to get from there. All she wanted was to get out on the road and drive her new Honda. 'Damn. Leave me alone.' She thought.

Marcia distracted her and Joe moved in with what looked like a staple gun. "Ouch!" Brooke shouted with a startled look on her face. She closed her eyes with the shock of the sudden little pain. Trying to cover up with her hands she found they were strapped to the chair. 'Hey! Let me go.' She complained.

"You need to keep still for Joe sweetie." Marcia told her, with wicked grin lighting her face.

"Shit!" Brooke exclaimed. The sting was less in her left nipple or she had become used to it. Fortunately the pain was short lived until the nipples merely throbbed as though Carlene had pinched them while playing too rough a game.

Wanting to escape her torturers Brooke made to get up only her wrists and knees had been strapped to the chair. In dismay Brooke watched Joe push a button for the chair to open up as though it were splitting apart and in the process her legs were separating.

It was no good she couldn't pull them together the straps were too tight. She grunted with the effort then looked at Joe wondering what was next. Her mind was in a whirl when Marcia lifted the hem of the dress. These strangers were looking intently at her pussy. She wanted to protest but the words just wouldn't form she was that much in a panic.

Taking a deep breath she tried to calm herself enough to clear her thoughts. Before she could speak Marcia leaned over and kissed her. With a hand gently cupping her right breast Marcia massaged it attempting to relieve the throbbing. Or so she said.

Brooke could feel her body responding yet again from all the stimulation she had received that day it was a wonder she didn't just orgasm right there in the store.

With a tongue deeply exploring her mouth all Brooke managed was a whimper. Her lips had been pierced! It was more painful than having a nipple pierced and she could feel them swelling in reaction. They had already been excited and open now they were bulging like a pouting mouth.

Coming up for air Brooke looked down at her poor abused body but could see nothing through the tears. Marcia brought a tissue up to her nose and told her. "Blow. There, that wasn't so bad was it?"

"But I didn't want to. We never mentioned down there!" Brooke whimpered. "Whoa! Stop that." Brooke cried.

Joe was fiddling with the ring between her legs and it was doing something too pleasant. It felt painful but exciting at the same time. What she was complaining about was that a stranger was playing with her pussy!

"That's enough. Come on guys; let me go now, please." Brooke pleaded. She decided not to berate them for assaulting her body as she was still strapped helpless and naked. Her dress was just a wrinkled mess around her waist.

"Now you're here you might as well have a proper trim." Marcia told her.

Brooke groaned but gave in. When the buzzing barber's trimmer touched sensitised skin she flinched then held very still as it was so close to her open swollen lips. With her legs held open she was self-conscious of what they could see of her excitement. The buzzing vibration was so erotic she felt an orgasm at last on its way.

Too soon the task had been completed leaving her high but not dry. Joe sprinkled some powder and soothed the smooth skin between her legs. He had completely cleaned every hair from her pussy and she felt so much more naked and vulnerable before them.

"So what do you think?" Joe asked.

"A nice job Joe. That little pussy looks wonderful. It looks as though it needs kissing better though." Marcia said.

"I can oblige." Joe laughed.

"No that's my job." Marcia joked.

With their eyes so attentive on her crotch Brooke felt like kicking out at them and inviting them both in all at the same time. "Please let me go now. You've had your fun I need to go." She whimpered.

"Oh! I don't like the idea of being pissed on." Joe protested with a laugh.

Marcia was becoming jealous of Joe's attention to her new friend and announced. "OK. Its time to go."

"What do you say, Brooke." She asked.

Brooke and Carlene had played this sort of game and so she caught on without too much prompting. "Thanks Joe for piercing my nipples and pussy. Thanks Marcia for bringing me here for Joe to pierce my nipples and pussy." She said through tight lips.

She felt so humiliated already, this was just adding insult to injury. Brooke tenderly brought her legs together and lifted herself off the chair. The dress slid from around her waist to the floor and she wondered if she dare bend over with Marcia standing so close behind her.

Any moment someone could enter the store to find her standing naked with these two strangers. Carefully she bent over with knees together trying not to squeeze her pussy between her legs. It had settled down to being sore from the initial stinging as though having been paddled or whipped.

Gingerly she walked to the door relieved to be out of the torture chamber. She wondered what pleasure people got from having their body punctured like a pincushion. 'Damn! What if I can't have sex for awhile? I'll go crazy after all this bizarre stimulation. What a hell of a day it's been. What will Carlene say?'

Thoughts were whirling through her head faster than the Honda could accelerate.

Before Marcia could get her into any more trouble she accelerated away with the door slamming shut from the burst of speed. In the rear view mirror Marcia stood with hands on hips mouthing something at her. Running a stop sign Brooke slowed down and managed to bring her racing heart under control.

Pulling over she slumped over the steering wheel and took a few deep breaths. "Damn them! Damn Marcia!" She shouted at the windscreen. "Why am I such a push-over? Carlene warned me. Damn! I'm going to have to remove these rings before I'm permanently marked. At least they didn't tattoo me." She burst out laughing at the thought.

In the apartment she took a shower to ease her aching body. She was so tense her muscles ached all over. She needed to meet up with Carlene and tell her what had happened and ask for advice. The little metal rings turned around but didn't seem to have a place to be split, so how did they come out?

Carlene was the only one she dare show them to and would probably know how to remove them.

"I'm at the party, where are you? Come on over. Oh come on you'll enjoy yourself once you're here." Carlene shouted over the background noise of a party on her mobile phone.

Brooke struggled to keep the speed down and not jump stop signs but got to the dorm party in record time. She had never gone to a party here but had visited Carlene in college once or twice. There was no need to ask the way for she heard the music from the parking lot. It was in the 'prat' house as Carlene called it.

"I'm looking for Carlene." Brooke asked one of the girls. She noticed there were no men there. So this was one of the lesbian parties Carlene had told her about. The girl she asked was dressed as an angel, a fallen angel by the look of her.

"Beatrice will know she knows everything." The girl said in a breathy voice in Brooke's ear. She led Brooke into another room where young women were standing around talking and laughing and touching, obviously enjoying themselves.

Beatrice was dressed in not much more than leather straps with her breasts proudly on show. Brooke was rather startled at this flagrant display. She stood with feet apart as though in command of this party within a party. The others had stopped talking as soon as the confident woman turned to look Brooke over.

Brooke preferred to just tease with a daring dress, though the sight of those proud tits jutting out was alluring. A drink was pushed into her hand and as she dragged her eyes away from those breasts she noticed the woman who had served her.

She was dressed as a French maid in PVC. Her breasts were on display too yet she was obviously a submissive the way she dropped her eyes before Brooke's stare. Her whole demeanour was of a wholesome next-door girl despite the outfit she wore.

"I'm looking for Carlene." Brooke said trying to keep her voice from trembling. She had played games with her friend but here she felt out of her league. The way Beatrice was looking at her she felt like prey before a mighty hunter.

"Dance with me then I might tell you." Beatrice demanded.

Before she could refuse the woman took both Brooke's hands and spun her round the room. With bodies seeming to fly around she became dizzy. Beatrice grabbed hold tight to steady her and started rubbing naked breasts against the thin summer dress flicking both their nipples back and forth.

Brooke felt as though she was on show and had to pass some test but hadn't a clue what it was.

"You're pierced. They must have been done recently as you wince when I touch them. Lets have a look at the work and I'll tell you who did the deed." She said.

Brooke was nervous and would have stopped her but the woman had pulled down the front of the dress before she could react. She felt stupid as though the rules of this game were beyond her.

"Ah, nice work! Look everyone she's been to Joe's. He does a good job, your lucky you didn't have the work botched by some amateur. They will be sore for awhile but it's worth it, you have such lovely tits girl."

Brooke felt embarrassed with these strangers appraising her breasts, though they treated it with a casual disregard. 'Of course some of them were already displaying their breasts before I came in. It seems to be normal here.' She thought.

Beatrice continued commenting on her beautiful body as she brought a chain out of a pocket. She clipped each end to the nipple rings all the time talking in a loud voice to the others.

In a daze Brooke watched her do it to her breasts as though it were someone else's. The long light chain dangled from both nipples pulling at them teasing her with little sharp sensation of pain and sensual tingles.

"Come and meet the others of our special little group." Beatrice said.

She had no choice as the woman led her by the chain pulling at her nipples. If she wanted to avoid more pain she would have to follow the bitch. With her first step the dress slipped to the floor but all she could do was step out of it fearing to stop in case her nipples were damaged.

"Ahh! You have a ring down there too. A very tasteful ring too!" She said.

Brooke wasn't quick enough to move a hand in defence of her private place as the woman cupped her pussy in a hand feeling the fine steel loop between her legs. Brooke felt her take hold of her pussy lips with a gentle squeeze and all that days teasing of her body came flooding back to excite her.

Rummaging in a pocket the woman produced another fine chain and connected it to the ring through her pussy lips. She then guided her to each of the friends to introduce Brooke to them. "Veronica, meet my new pet." She said with a sly smile.

Pulling the chain linking her nipples Brooke was forced to bow to each in turn. She dare not speak with this woman holding the chain linking her nipples and pussy in each hand but meekly bowed in silent acquiescence.

'No! How did this happen? Where is Carlene? This harridan has me moving around like a puppet on strings.' Brooke trembled inwardly.

Cowering before strangers completely naked in such a vulnerable position was so humiliating; she needed help desperately. This woman had reduced her to a submissive state so rapidly her mind was in a whirl; she didn't know what to do.

"Down pet, on your knees. At once. Good girl." Beatrice told her. From somewhere a collar was produced and someone pulled her hair up to buckle it around her neck. The chain from her nipples was clipped to the collar and a leash clipped to the collar too.

On hands and knees she was led around the room and told to sniff her tormentor's friends between the legs. She had to sniff their bottoms too if they were standing up. One of the women thrust back and rubbed her arse against Brooke's nose.

They all wanted a go now so she had to do the rounds again for them to thrust a pussy or bottom in her face. Brooke was mortified at being treated like some bitch off the street. With that woman holding onto the leash she was going no where unless she didn't mind ripping her nipples off in the escape.

It seemed like an age since she had entered the room yet it had taken just half an hour to reduce Brooke to a docile pet.

The strangers were laughing at her and thrusting their hips at her face. Eventually they grew tired of the game so she was led on sore knees to a corner where Beatrice sat on a cushion on the floor. Pulling on Brooke's collar brought her down between the woman's legs. She told her. "Let's see how good you are little pet, or do I have to teach you some tricks?"

With one hand holding the leash she unzipped the leather trousers at her crotch and pulled Brooke forward. There was no let up on the assault on her senses, from pain in her nipples and pussy to mental torment she was being pushed to the limit.

"Find my clit girl it's in there somewhere." Beatrice chuckled. "Bite on it. Oh yes you're learning."

Brooke delved with her lips and teeth in the large folds of her labia never before experiencing such a succulent pussy. It was just as wet and slippery as her pussy felt. She had been stimulated all day and wanted nothing more than to be filled for an orgasm.

Beatrice hardly moved when she declared it was enough. "Veronica you take her and try to improve the technique. Go on little pet, see what you can do to Veronica." She said with a wicked grin.

Brooke felt the leash tighten as she was pulled away from the large hairy pussy before her. She dare not let the leash tighten too much as it pulled on her tender nipples.

Veronica adjusted herself on a cushion with legs splayed. Her pussy was also very ready as the young woman anticipated the feel of Brooke's lips on her own. While bent forward with her head in the woman's lap and her arse up she felt yet another painful surprise. Someone had pushed a dildo up her arse.

"The pet has a tail." They laughed. Brooke groaned with the indignity of it.

The pet was forced to crawl around the room from one woman to another licking and sucking and biting. One young woman had such elongated lips it felt like she was sucking a soft penis into her mouth.

"You did well pet. Go upstairs and wash up you're a mess. Then get back down here, I have plans for you tonight. We'll see how you like a bit of tit torture." Beatrice told her, with a horrid laugh.

The maid helped her to her feet and pushed her in the direction of the stairs where others less exotically dressed sat and chatted. They stopped talking on seeing Brooke stumbling toward them with concerned looks on their faces.

Her face and hair was a mess of pussy cum and it was sliding down over the collar finding its way through her cleavage. The chain between her legs was coated slickly from her own juices. Her mouth and tongue felt sore from the abuse as though she had chewed her way through a stick like a pet dog. She felt like a bitch on heat assaulted by the neighbourhood's dogs.

The bathroom was easy to find but the queue parted on seeing her need was so obviously greater than there's. Leaning over the sink she looked at herself in the mirror and sobbed dry tears. She felt sore everywhere not wanting too move but managed to swill her face under the tap.

It was no good she needed to shower. The cold water cleansed her body of their musty odour and she felt almost recovered. She dare not play with herself between the legs or she might be in there all night. She needed desperately something hard inside there or soon or she might go mad with lust.

With a hand on the door she looked down at her naked body and wondered how she would make it down those stairs back to that room. She couldn't just walk out to her car and where were the keys?

Brooke heard her friend's voice on the other side of the door. 'Trust Carlene to be impatient.' She thought, as she heard the shout and hammering on the door with a fist.

"It's me." Brooke said, on opening the door. Carlene obviously hadn't recognised her at first.

"What the hell happened to you?"

"Beatrice . . ." She began to explain but Carlene interrupted.

"Shit! That bitch! We had better get out of here." Carlene said, taking a hold of her hair. "It looks as though you've been initiated to their little club. I told you to look out for yourself. They are mean bitches." Carlene didn't need to scare her she was already terrified.

They walked carefully down the fire escape trying to be silent so as not to attract attention. Half dragging an attractive young naked woman from a party made it all the more difficult. "My cars over here so keep moving we've nearly made it." Carlene encouraged her friend.

In the dark Brooke was particularly careful of her bare feet in the grass. She stumbled but made it without falling. Feeling safe in the car Brooke wondered how she would get her thoughts together enough to tell her friend what had happened.

"So that's a college party is it?" Brooke asked sarcastically. She still felt excited and hot. She was so turned on she thought the vibration from the road might bring her off.

"No way! That is Beatrice and no one or nothing is like her. Just stay clear of her and the gang and you'll be OK!" Carlene told her. "And don't make a mess on my seats girl."

They drove away into the night laughing together from simply being happy in each other's company. They knew what each was thinking and when Carlene turned into the drive to her apartment there was no need to invite her up as Carlene was already getting out of the car to help Brooke clamber out.

Tonight was going to be one hell of a game!